A typical Saturday night for me is staying inside my apartment, indulging in cheese and crackers
although I really shouldn't, and drinking my favorite Risata Moscato d' Asti wine. However, this past week, I did something out of the norm. I hung out with a few friends and went to a football game. The football game was, well, I never pay attention to the game, I obviously go for the mens. HAHA.
Let me tell you what happened before the game. So, we all decided to go eat. Nothing fancy, just Mickey D's. Well, we were laughing, eating and gossiping... when this guy walks in and catches my attention. I'm not one to stare, but I thought he was attractive, so hell. Besides, he should have been flattered to have a beautiful woman staring at him.
My friends and I all finished and decided to leave, but "the guy" sat down and ate by himself. I decided to bust out one of my golden rules... business cards! Yep, once again, I always have one available. I went back into Mickey D's, sat at his table, simply introduced myself, handed him my card and told him to call me.
His name was M.
1 day later, he did. Typically, I have preliminary questions that I ask a man. We all should ask questions. I asked him, "do you have a girlfriend, wife... , do you have children?" It may sound a little forward, but I don't like to waste my time. His first reply was, "we'll talk about that later, just not right now." What was the big freakin mystery? And, why did he have to be so secretive? After he said that, he said, "no I don't have a girlfriend." Um, ok.
We set plans to hang out around 3pm. He wanted to come over to my house which is off. Um, get a grip dude. Bottom line, 3pm came and went. He never called. Was I stood up?
To be continued
